Dungeon+Harem+Master

It felt like burning hot lips. As the collector kept his eyes black and white, Lucia held disappointed to be unable to move as she turned her arms forcefully further to her head and neck. A mixed smell of alcohol spreads all over the mouth. When she let Nero and her tongue penetrate, she moved up and down in clever motion to ravage the Caveman as she wished.

Isn't this the other way around? Thoughts are completely stopped. I was going to take some action, but the moment I looked directly into Lucia's eyes, I couldn't move.

I can see the pressed, chunky breasts crushing slightly over my chest plate. Unexpectedly, when she thought her lips had separated, Lucia had buried her nose tip to her neck. Hilarious feel. Subsequently, pain, like being inserted with a blade, struck the side of the neck root.

"Cancer! What...!

"Hmm. Crand. Well."

When Lucia snapped with a snug nosed voice, she raised her bright white fangs on the neck of the vaulted collector.

I was hit, it was late when I thought.

Every time she sounds her throat and swallows her blood, she leaks with the dong like her whole body power broke the bottom of the bag. It's like I can't have the energy to try to resist. I could no longer doubt it. Lucia was a vampire, undoubtedly a family of darkness, as the Church stared. Your whole body gradually becomes paralyzed and unable to move, as it is frozen from your feet. Instead, consciousness and sensation increased sharpness semi-proportionally. Especially when the unconsciously grown lower abdomen thing gets stiff. The possessor, completely turned into a puppet, turned into a tuna when he was rolled by a corn on the bed.

"Rusha, why..."

For some reason, words get catacotted. The collector thought he didn't like it because this makes him seem like an odd outsider.

"Clandestine. Well. I want you, Clando."

When Lucia did so, when she took off her dress, she went all threadless and horseback riding to the collector. Her pale light shines quietly with sweat flowing through her shaped breasts. The red protrusion stiffened and looked pointy. It's time for Lucia to slip her fingers under her belly. Consciousness is there, fluffy as a pneumonia, bracing left and right and about to disappear. Patience, or should I resist?

(I can't beat some nice finger tech in Lucia.... That's what I thought, but I couldn't beat the feeling in my lower body. Oh, ah-ha-ha. Hey, hey, Tamma! That's more than that. Lame. Ooh. I'm gonna get some nice juice. Whoa!

As the collector was drooling tears of joy in the tuna state, the entrance door opened up vigorously with a sound to the left and right.

"You treat me like a tease in the head of a human being and you're so magnificent...! You're the one who cracked inside and only has white liquid in it!!

You don't have to raise your face to understand. The collector understood that Cordura was benevolent with an angry look ahead of his anger, even if he did not see it with his own eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey!? You there! Don't snuggle around, get the hell away from the guy!!

"Ya suck."

Lucia, with her hair up, ignored Cordura's words and turned again to the muscles of the collector's neck, she peeled out her unusually long, pointed canine teeth and protruded doedly. Like drinking up a drink with a straw, it sounds like a cum and sucks the blood out.

The collector concentrated his consciousness on his chest, frightened by the image of the contents of his body being snugly removed. Whoever saw it, Lucia was black. Undisputed, a bloodsucking species - would be a vampire.

As it is, life sucks. Even if not, it was only a matter of time before sun dried.

First of all, we must regain physical freedom. Immortality Red, an immortal crest engraved on his chest, began to shine white with a clear sound.

"Ugh."

Lucia covered her face and flew away from her body when her eyes were properly burned with mysterious light. When the collector woke his torso on the bed with a faded expression, there was one girl on the floor with a weak face, clearly unlike earlier, in a state of regaining sanity.

"If I did, what would I do?"

"Wait!

"Oh, oi. Wait a minute."

When Lucia shuddered like a blurb and swallows, she peeled out her upper body and left the room. As it is, her beautiful nudity will be exposed to the crowd. I jumped off the bed with a fluttering body.

Cordura rushed out after Lucia. of, stepping on the hem thoughtfully.

It was force majeure.

"Mbeh!

"Hmm!?

Cordura collapsed into depression as she tore the dress apart in a frivolous fashion. She punched her face to the floor once in a while, making a sound like a shout.

The collector also falls in as is with the Cordura shorts sliding down from the rear. Cordura, who reacted quickly, kicked up the jaw of the collector with a backkick.

Oops, the dull sound of bones ringing.

"What are you doing, you punk! Just go after that vampire bastard!!

"If you don't want to..."

"I'm sorry! If I just got there, I'd have a walking human genius!

"Shinobu..."

The collector drowned blood from his mouth, while taking even more damage and pursuing it healthy.

(Still, with his mouth preaching God's love, he said it was genitals. I don't know what it is. He said he was fine and spit dirty words all over it. Are you sure he's a Sister? You're crazier than a businesswoman...)

As soon as I popped out into the hallway dressed like dancing, the signs of space were changing. Mien, the sound of tinnitus echoes in the eardrum. Am I to blame, the colour of the expensive red carpet laid at my feet doesn't seem abominable?

The collector found Lucia stopping right in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief, but reflexively swallowed his saliva, seeing one figure emerge from the stairs ahead.

Is it a monk's uniform, black monochrome? That looked so gloomy that I might remember the chill to see it. It covers the entire face with a veil similar to the burka worn by a Muslim woman. I don't see the look on your face. However, it turns out that she is somehow a woman with a back length and body.

"Finally, I found you. The bloodsucking species."

The voice of the suspicious man in black belonged to the guide and the young woman.

"Oh, man. I can't believe we got this far."

When Lucia retreated, frightened, she found the figure of the treasurer behind her and distorted her face.

Only the cornered ones show, the colour of the sadness is dark.

As the collector dared to advance in front of Lucia and spread one hand, the monk's figure stiffened his body and showed obvious signs of agitation.

"I don't know who you are, but I'm ahead of you. Do you want me to pick one up here?"

"Simon Klund......!

The treasurer was called his name in full, slightly obscured. Whatever you think, no one should know you dressed like the person in front of you.

And, if so. Given the circumstances, it would be reasonable to think that he was an assassin from the King's capital who once attacked himself as persistently as he could.

"Mr. Klando. I am."

"Bad. This is my guest. I don't have time to talk about details. Look at Suki. I need you to run away somehow."

"Let it go. Hehe. Stupid man. You're not going to miss this one-of-a-kind opportunity. This is a good opportunity for a heavenly dispensation, such as a bug that will hold your sister together and the simultaneous slaughter of heretical dehumanization. Be quiet and watch. If you don't resist badly, you won't have to suffer so much!

"Mr. Klando. She is the executor of the Church."

"Executor. This guy!?

"That's it for the chat. Die."

You've been talking for the longest time. I thought he was a collector, but the extra thought cut off instantly at the time the executor did his hand on the hips gain.

The executor quickly waved a whip that was tied to his hips, slitting the space and striking him precisely in the throat. My distance, however estimated, was ten meters.

Bu 'un, raised his roar and prevented the imminent attack by giving him his right arm. As soon as the whip was wrapped around it, the pain ran like being sprayed with hot water. The leather whip ripped off the skin of his right hand at an admirable speed, wrapped around it multiple times and deprived him of his freedom of arms. The collector is right-handed. Now you can't even pull out your hips sword, you just have to make your eyes black and white.

"You're a relic of the last century."

"Ha. I don't know what you're talking about, but this whip is a special weapon that has slaughtered so many enemies! Look sweet but know it's the last one!!

"No, I don't."

The two became a distraction at about the same time. Simple power would not allow the collector to lose, but the executor was masterfully manipulating the whip movement to dominate this seesaw game.

I guess I'm quite used to using it just because it's a special weapon and a fancy word. The cleverness of the push pull was too bad for the collector.

"Let go, you idiot"

"Who lets go, you crazy bastard? I will raise your neck on this occasion tonight and make sure to pay for your sister's worries!!

"Just now, I don't know."

It doesn't make sense to have any more strings.

The collector, momentarily weakened, let the executor's exchange remain.

Without being particularly upset, the opposing enemy cleverly pulled out the sword he had carried with his left hand, pulling the body of the collector in front of him at once.

"So who's your sister?"

The collector kicked the floor and flew diagonally. Even though it is large, it is in the building. As I kicked the approaching wall with my left foot, I quickly shook my weight to the right. Did you sever it when you pulled out the sword and slashed the whip? When the executor let go of his right hand, he jumped into space in the same way. Mostly, it is the divine business of the moment.

When the collector pulled out the holy sword "Black Lion," he matched it in different dimensions to the cutting-edge, which was glowing disastrously at the tip of his nose. A hard metal noise rang.

The skill of the Zaitor is the Rigid Sword.

The executor backstepped down when he realized he had lost the shootout.

I'm not the man to miss that.

The long sword drew a half-circle across the face of the executor, breaking the sky and roaring.

The executor, Burka, was bitten down by a fierce black lion, causing the wreckage to dance around with a leech.

As a result, the face of the strange raider was exposed.

"Ngu!?

The eye of the cleaver shines gleaming with greed that reminds me of the beast of the feline family.

The neat little nose embodied the girl's unfinished beauty, but it still left much to be desired.

The chestnut hair that seems to be up to the waist is tied with a blue string. It was a crisp outfit that was unproductive but evoked some serious temperament.

"You, Sizka? No, you're not. But similar. It's like a living copy......!

"Similar and obvious. I'm Tomoe Charpanthier! Proud swordsman of the Heavenly Garden Knights by making him the executor of the Romless Church. And it's Sizka, your sister's clan sister!!

I don't doubt it. The girl named Tomoe looked so much like the collector's wife that she could only see a difference in the color of her hair to a different degree.

"Wait, wait. Apparently, you misunderstand something about me? Marriage to that is officially approved by Uncle Andrew. I don't know if it's true that you're Sizka's cousin, but the marriage itself has the consent of the Charpanthiers, and until today, it's never been good from anywhere."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! There's no way my favorite sister is going to like and like any horsebone like you!

"I mean, it's usually up to parents and parents to decide about noble marriages"

Turning back as troubled, Lucia agreed with a blue-white face. In this world, where patriarchy is the norm, it falls rather into the rare category that nobility would come together in free love anyway if it were a civilian, although from the collector, who is a modern man, there is no such old smell as marriage decided between houses. From a man's point of view, it is common sense that a partner is decided by his parents and surrounded as a concubine if he really likes a woman. Speaking from such social sentiments, it's just a delusion that someone else who has no authority whatsoever, such as Tomoe's offering, is talking about misunderstandings.

"For the most part, you're free Itoko, right? If you're not sisters, it's more and more irrelevant, right?

"Shut up. Shut up! I've been told since I was a little girl that I look like a real sister! That's how similar they were! So you have the right to speak up!

Tomoe had a severe seizure with Hung and stepped out of the estate for nothing.

(As much as I'm a sister about Sizka, I guess I'm at least younger...... Hey, aren't you too much of a kid?

Although it can be described as a human being in general in this world, it tends to ripen quickly. More or less, there is a social demand for an age that has been added around one in the real year.

And Sizka, at the dawn of the year, is sixteen by the count.

Think of it, the girl in front of you would be fourteen or five.

To do so, Tomoe's lack of emotional restraint was too preschool.

"That's so lame."

"Shut up, bloodsucking species, shut up! We're talking about something important right now!

"Shin."

Lucia sighed sadly.

"Well, you must be the executor of the church. That's the other way around, isn't it?

"It doesn't matter. Tomoe does what he wants! Anyway, I'm gonna kill you!

"What happens if we miss the vampire species?"

"I want them to do it quickly so they don't"

"Totally fucked."

Tomoe sadly bent his lips to. Doing so makes me feel kind of like I'm bullying Sizka and I'm not feeling well.

The collector scratched his head and pounded his tongue violently.

"Shit. In this situation, it's a different color 2P character. Honestly, I'm hungry."

When the executor, named Tomoe, wrapped his whip around him, he had stuffed his distance with his sword. I am so excited that I can tell at first glance. His nostrils were wide open and his eyes were rough and congested.

"Whatever you do, kill us."

When the collector slowly hands over his sword, he retreats to be pressurized. Tomoe, who sees it, joyfully nods his lips as he pulls his cheeks.

"Did you cower? But it's too late. I won't allow you to surrender. Besides, if there is such evidence that you were assembling in a bright white, heretical way, you would not complain from anywhere if you stumbled dignified with my hands. One, two, one."

"I want to hear one thing. How did you know I was a scum?"

Lucia followed me with a small voice and Clando was no scumbag.

(or why am I naturally denigrating myself)

"You'll see"

"Oops."

"... is a lie though. The truth is, I wasn't trying to deny everything from the start either. I came to this Silver Villago after a church job and it was only recently that I learned that your sister had been married. So it is you who have surfaced. After a little research, it turns out that you did well in that step-elf war. Moreover, the mediator is also Lord Victoria, the daughter of the lord. I know it's not like I'm supposed to pinch my mouth. But as we looked into it, evidence came up to point out that a person named Simon Klund was uninterrupted rubbish."

"For example?"

"You went right up to a drinker named Silver Carriage Pavilion about this city, and you forced your billboard daughter into your hand, the fact that you smuggled that real father into our possession and made all the land houses!

"Hey, wait."

"On top of that, I forcibly relate to the Sister of the Clean White Church, and compel the bishops of this city, who are known for their virtuosity to make it a story, to buy said female slaves to lead a decadent life day and night, to trick a few unfamiliar religious knights into making them their own, and in the Adventurers' Union (Guild) to make the receptionist mistress a mistress with difficulty, to follow the solitude of pure alchemists, to deceive them at the tip of their mouths, to capture all the material they collect, to comma and manipulate the women scholars of the back house for property purposes, to serve a few carnal and captive elves, and to let the healthy sisters who work in the restaurants be filled with gold and deposed (hiccups), and so on! What do you think, you can open something up!

"Hey, wait a minute. Why are you so far from Lucia? It's a lie! Dumb, it's this guy's delusion, so hey!!

"... Mr. Krando"

"Holla, I'm about to believe you, and I! It's all your fault! Tomoe's idiot."

"You deserve it, though."

"It's a fabrication, no, no, really. What a reputation damage is this? Normally, it's a good level of contention to the Supreme Court."

"Heterogeneity and human scum. Both are inferior extremes that my Romless Church breaks off as evil!

But don't worry. With my special sword, I will carve your soul into Hellfire and cast it down so that it will not be reincarnated forever!

"What did I do to you... too much"

The collector turned white eyes and pointed his lips.

"Don't worry."

"I can't feel safe about anything. So, you, are there any abnormalities in your communication function? The leader part is shredded so that you can't read other people's emotions."

"The play is over. I also need time to kill you and dispose of your remains."

"Hehe. Am I done playing?"

"What's wrong!

The collector, glancing at one eye, pointed behind Tomoe at his fingertips.

"Sir, you're in trouble."

"We are the premier hotel under the heavens, Crowe Crown. You'll have trouble staying with them at the end of the day."

"Nah!?

Standing behind Tomoe, the bent oak boy quickly restrained her from both sides as she activated a tough muscle that could also be seen from above the tuxedo. It reminded me of the familiar task of being a daily tea meal, such as a troublesome event of this magnitude.

"Ha, let go! Let go of me! Who do you think I am!

"Ma, ma. I'll be listening to you in the customer consultation room."

"I have been sent by Wang Du, a noble warrior of the Knights of Heaven Garden! I'm not going to be treated like that! I protest categorically!

"If you're a religious person, let's think about it."

"This is an institution where good boys and girls relax. If you want to get busted, you can go in the dungeon."

"I'm a knight with a title! He's an executor hunting heresy! It's great!!

"Uh, yes, yes. Great. So let's talk about the way of the Yukuri until the identity underwriter arrives."

"It's...! Today, I came here to keep it from my colleagues. It's hard for my boss to know. Oh, look, look! This, this. It's an ID. Look, it's my portrait. It draws so cute. Become."

"Uh, yes, yes. Right. Wow. And then you can talk to your lawyer. Hey, Dave. Hold that foot over there. We'll roll it up and throw it in the warehouse."

"Heh."

"Oh, okay. Yes, yes, yes, I get it. Okay, fine. I really like you. Look, I'm looking over there. He's my brother-in-law. My cousin's married husband. Because I'm a proper, relative. You'll be sure to ID me. I'm not a suspicious person! Hey, Brother Klund. Well! Look, look, look. Hands, because I'm waving! You're looking back at me. Hey, take a good look! He said it wasn't a lie. I don't like the dark -!"

Tomoe was more hectic than I thought.

The collector was somewhat dismayed that the image of Sizka seemed to be tarnished.

"Because you're stupid, I called the hotel in that crevice."

Seeing, right next to him, Cordura stared jizzily at Tomoe as he was being transported with his hands on both hips.

"What was the executor..."

"It must be awesome, but it's not going to be about the security of the hotel here. I hear the security guards here are paid much higher than the mercenaries."

"Why do you know that?"

"That's what they said when I called you earlier."

"Ah, convincing."

"You're the only ones I can blame, and I let you grab it pretty good. Ha, scatter."

"You're out of your mind."

Sighing with a glittering sensation, his gaze intertwined with that of Lucia, who kept both breasts hidden.

Somehow, we're awkward with each other.

The collector peels off his coat and, when he puts it on her cold shoulder, coughs with his eyes turned away.

"In the meantime, would you like some tea?"

Trying to have some tea, I turned back to my room in Lucia, but no one reached for the cup prepared on the table and had already lost its rich fragrance. Unable to hide the bitter appearance, Lucia finally opened her mouth, pushing silently until now, as the collector began to slurp in poverty.

"I won't even hide it from you. There is no doubt that he is a vampire-bound deceased."

Lucia snubbed her gaze at the table, nagging.

"That's unusual. I can't believe I can stay sane like this while being driven by a bloodsucking impulse"

"No, the..."

"You, maybe already -!?"

Cordura grabbed onto the collector with a puffy, fine ball of sweat on his nose head.

"Hey, no. What the hell?"

"Fine!

I get the attitude that the collector is about to fall off the chair, but I pull my collar down gooey without worrying about that. Next to the neck muscle, it is certainly where Lucia stuck her fangs earlier, but it had healed with the power of Immortality Red, the crest of immortality long before Toto.

But not all scars can be erased. A lukewarm white sore lid skin membrane left a trail of injuries.

"He's already bitten."

When Cordura crumbles, he grabs the fork for the confectionery that was on the table and leaps towards Lucia. The collector hastily pulled back from behind.

"Stop it! What the hell are you thinking!? I thought we were gonna discuss this!

"After all, they're already manipulating me. You fucking vampire bastards! Crand is dumb and sketchy, but not as guilty as they make you guys puppets!! If this is the case, I should have gone to the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights) without showing any mercy!!

"Whatever! What the hell, just now!

"Because you must already be this guy's corpse ghost!? It's too late for this, but whoever gets sucked by a blood-sucking species falls for a child ruled to his soul by a blood curse. You're not aware, but you were a slave to this guy when Lucia sucked you! If you don't, disobey my parents' orders and let me see it! Goddamn it, damn it! Klund just came in his face worried about me and the bishop. How can I explain this to his family?"

"You..."

Cordura began to spill tears of rundown and large grains, unable to contain her emotions.

It was a tear of anger and remorse, coming from the honesty lying at the bottom of her heart, believing that the rear collector had already fallen as a servant of the blood-sucking species.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Klando. I can't do anything about you anymore with my powers, but at least just the dead in front of me, I'll drag you to the bottom of hell. I don't even think that's gonna make amends...!

The collector let go of her arms as she grabbed silently. Cordura, who believed he had become a servant of Lucia, the deceased, looked back with dismay. Lucia began the conversation with her gaze dropped as she gently pressed her grievingly distorted eyes against the edge of her sleeve.